So the fact that I woke this morning feeling a little shell shocked and emotionally bruised was no surprise.

I was ill prepared for the barrage of LIFE that descended upon me in the form of arsehats and morons and fuckknuckles that can’t do their job texting and calling me, meetings with disability liaison officers and aides, Boo meltdowns, and husbands missing their bus sub one week into their new job.

And it didn’t help that the apple TV wasn’t working so I couldn’t drown my sorrows in some All of the Housewives of All of The Places.

Some days are just full of hard.

Not big things, hell not even significant things if I wasn’t feeling so fucking battered already.

Thank fuck for the comfort of a lasagne of awesome* stashed in the freezer and now thawing on the bench, a few bottles of cider in the fridge and the promise of a neck massage** while watching some crappy television in the glow of a couple of thousand Christmas Tree lights this evening, cause it is all that is keeping me from running naked down the street screaming I am a teapot right now.

I guess I am waiting for the next Big Bad Thing to happen. The next blow to knock the breath out of me.

So teeny tiny insignificant stupid things snowball in my mind and missed payment becomes bankruptcy and jail, a fuck up at the real estate becomes homelessness, an itchy mole and I am writing my own obituary.

At least then, when the next catastrophe befalls us, I have already filed away in my mind how to deal with it.

Or at least have the perfect outfit picked out.

My mind is a terrifying place to be.

* MPS is actually unaware that he has promised me a neck massage but in order to save face on teh internetz he totally will.

i can feel every single one of your words right now
so many ring true to me
i hate days like these, months like these even
some days are just full of hard, but right now, maybe there is no breathe to knock out ?
big hugs to you
xx

IF you happen to end up running naked down the street screaming I am a teapot, make sure it’s filmed and put up on youtube. Because there’s no point having a meltdown like that if you can’t get famous off it.

Oh dear. I’ve had a fucked day too. I think I’ve realised I need to go back on my calm the Fuck down pills, and everything’s been seeming crazy and bullshit and intolerable. Sneaks up on you the old batshit crazy bizzo. I’m off to do a.nudie teapot run right now! What?! That’s not normal? Pfft!

It’s a good word (including the American cousin, asshole), isn’t it? Liberal use can make a day like that just a little bit more tolerable. I don’t know if you can watch this video from other countries (find a proxy server if not!), but Mo Rocca did a piece on the history and use of the word just this weekend. And, since American TV is governed by assholes, he couldn’t even use the word!

I know how you are feeling because I am feeling very similar to that !!!! I hope that this all passes and life becomes better.
Hang in there – tomorrow is a new day with (hopefully) better things on the cards.
Love, hugs and positive energy !
Me

Everything is worse case scenario in my life. Dave doesn’t answer his phone? He’s been crushed by the weights in the gym and they are only now trying to lift them from his lifeless body. Dave isn’t home at the same time he normally is? He’s currently burning alive in the inferno that is his car after a horrifying accident. Mia sleeps longer than usual? Cot death. I feel an unusual twinge anywhere on my body? It’s a tumour and it’s terminal. My mobile phone rings? Somebody died. Expect the worst and be happy when only the next to worst happens. That’s my motto in life.